It proves to me that we are not utterly lost." "It ought to be the other side of us," said Harris.
"It will be in another hour or so," said George, "if we keep on." I said little myself; I was vexed with both of them; but I was glad to notice George evidently growing cross with Harris.

It was absurd of Harris to fancy he could find the way by the sun.
"I wish I knew," said Harris, thoughtfully, "for certain whether that bisecting line points to the north or to the south." "I should make up my mind about it," said George; "it's an important point." "It's impossible it can be the north," said Harris, "and I'll tell you why." "You needn't trouble," said George; "I am quite prepared to believe it isn't." "You said just now it was," said Harris, reproachfully.
"I said nothing of the sort," retorted George.

"I said you said it was--a very different thing.

If you think it isn't, let's go the other way.
It'll be a change, at all events." So Harris worked things out according to the contrary calculation, and again we plunged into the wood; and again after half an hour's stiff climbing we came in view of that same village.

True, we were a little higher, and this time it lay between us and the sun.
"I think," said George, as he stood looking down at it, "this is the best view we've had of it, as yet.